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No. 15 - FEED A COLD, STARVE A FEVER
delirium | fever dreams | bees
Of course they’d left the trail hours ago, and of course they’d got lost. Fred was still convinced they weren’t, promising the family that it couldn’t be much longer. He’d been off searching for some ancient burial and cremation area after being tipped off by one of his colleagues’ friends near where they were staying. The rest of the family went along with him - it was easier when he got excited about another part of history. But, that had been what felt like a lifetime ago. When Finn complained his feet were aching and he wanted to go home, Fred promised just a bit longer, because they just had to see it today. Finn’s argument that they were already dead and weren’t going anywhere didn’t put him off (or make him laugh), and they continued deeper off the trails.
Sheila followed behind Fred, chatting away to her husband and trying to gently convince him to turn back. Finn, meanwhile, had decided to make the best of a bad situation. He’d found a stick bigger than him and was whacking everything he could reach, Fao included.
“Finn, I swear to God if you hit me one more time with that stick, I’m gonna snap it in half.”
“That’s not a good threat.” Sheila called. “Then he’ll have two to hit you with.”
“Not if I have one piece.”
“Then one of you will end up crying.” She said. “Finn, put the stick down now.”
“No!” Finn protested. “It’s mystick!”
“It’s fucking lethal.”
“Mum!”
“Language, Fao.”
“Come on, Mum. Aren’t you on my side?”
“Not with that language.” She chastised before turning to Finn. “I think you’ve had enough of it for now. Why don’t you pick it up on the way back?”
“No.” Finn frowned, his face screwing up. “You won’t let me have it back.”
Of course it was the one time Finn saw through her plan. “Why don’t you find a smaller stick, then?”
“Or you could just stop hitting people with it.”
The warning in Fao’s tone made him hesitate. “Can I carry it then? If I stop hitting you?”
“If you stop hitting me I don’t care what you do. But if you hit people mum will take it away from you.”
“Fine.” He groaned, returning to hitting the ground and pretending he had a sword once more.
“Youare bloody lethal.”
He spun around again with it, smacking the bushes either side of the trail Fred was following.
“Fred, how much further?” Fao whined.
“You sound like Finn!” He called to his eldest. “We shouldn’t be far.”
“You’ve been saying that for hours.”
“Welcome to my life.” Sheila laughed. “We can’t be much further, can we?”
“No, no. We just need to find the burial ground and then it’s another mile from there to where we should be.”
Sheila rolled her eyes. “You said this wouldn’t be another all day thing!”
“If Finn didn’t have to stop to pick up every rock, it wouldn’t have been.”
“At least another mile? You’re fucking kidding me.”
“Fao, language!” Sheila shook her head at him. “That’s twice in the last ten minutes.”
“It’s Fred’s fault.”
“Uh, mum?” Finn interrupted.
Fao recognised that voice, and frowned at Finn. “What have you done?”
“Bees!” Finn shouted, diving past Fao and Sheila.
“What the fuck, Finn?!”
“They’remad!”
“What did you do?!”
“I hit them!” He peeked from behind his dad. “I didn’t mean to but you said I couldn’t hit you and I hit them instead and they stung me!”
Fao swatted at a bee that got too close. “Jesus christ.”
“They’re coming for me!”
“Finn, calm down. Stop aggravating them and they won’t attack you.”
“I’m gonna be so pissed if I get stung.” Fao grumbled.
“Just keep moving.” Sheila encouraged. “Try not to anger them, keep moving and we’ll get away from them.”
“Always fucking moving.” He muttered under his breath, but kept going, away from the angry bees. Trust Finn to cause chaos.
Finn yelped, tripping over his feet. “They’ve got me!”
It was Fred’s turn to roll his eyes. “Come here, Finn. Let me have a look. You’ll live.”
Fao moved to help his brother up, too distracted to notice the bee that landed on his arm. That was, until a sharp pain hit him and he swore, batting at the insect. “Finn! I’m gonna kill you!”
